Poem 39 (83) -- your purple hair

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

your purple hair
it makes them stare
but you don’t care.
you like to dare.

they see your face
and guess your race
it’s no disgrace.
you just outpace.

it's like a book
the way you look
but you’re no crook.
baby, you cook!

you're not on a stage
or locked in a cage
you’re on my page.
now let's engage!

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